In the darkness of the night, Jian Wei and I had almost stopped talking until I felt the urge to smoke again. I said to her, "Can I borrow a light?"

"Stop smoking."

I didn't respond, just looked up at the sky. Jian Wei followed my gaze, looking puzzled. I took the opportunity to snatch the lighter from her hand, calmly lit my cigarette, and started smoking leisurely. Then, I exhaled all the messy emotions in my heart along with the smoke.

Jian Wei didn't argue with me. She hugged her knees and after a while, she asked, "Zhao Yang, do you remember how we met?"

"I remember..." I said, taking another deep puff of my cigarette. The scene of our first meeting emerged in my mind, but recalling it now, it felt like a distant dream.@@novelbin@@

Jian Wei chuckled and said, "It feels like it happened just yesterday."

I looked at Jian Wei in surprise. Why did two people who had experienced love together have different perceptions of time? To clear up this confusion, I asked Jian Wei, "When we were together, what event left the deepest impression on you?"

Without hesitation, Jian Wei replied, "When you played the guitar for me during the campus top ten singers competition... What about you?"

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